Fininho da Vida
O Rappa
Thin Life
On the wall where one plays
In the rough plaster
The wall that supports
Is the thin life
The true heroes are the warriors of life
Through the trenches, shacks
They pass in a breath of life
Going up and down in silence
On the narrow path it has
Is the thin life
But discipline of the train, virtuoso in life, has
Most have, most contained have
Northeastern has, in the furious flip-flop
Ruminating, swallowing the hardships of life
Discipline of the train, virtuoso in life, has
Most have, most contained have
Northeastern has, in the furious flip-flop
Ruminating, swallowing
Eyes down for those who have a job
While the letters are written on the walls
On the walls: Graffiti, holes, writing of the future
In the midst of everything and a lot, a lot of noise
Nervous, the chests warm up
Breathing cut, yearning for a breakthrough
In the hole of the ditch
The slab is a toy
Amidst pet and plastics
On a festive Sunday, on a beautiful Sunday
On a beautiful Sunday, on a beautiful Sunday
In the hole of the ditch
The slab is a toy
Amidst pet and plastics
On a festive Sunday, on a beautiful Sunday
On a beautiful Sunday, on a beautiful Sunday
On the wall where one plays
In the rough plaster
The wall that supports
Is the thin life
The true heroes are the warriors of life
Through the trenches, shacks
They pass in a breath of life
Going up and down in silence
On the narrow path it has
Is the thin life
But discipline of the train, virtuoso in life, has
Most have, most contained have
Northeastern has, in the furious flip-flop
Ruminating, swallowing the hardships of life
Discipline of the train, virtuoso in life, has
Most have, most contained have
Northeastern has, in the furious flip-flop
Ruminating, swallowing hardships of life
